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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Action & Adventure
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 10/28/2018
The Pot Of Gold
Born 1954, M, from St Louis Mo, United States![The Pot Of Gold](/storage/story/870A709F-09EA-C6AA-856A-64D1C3ADC414_1540786020-image(415x276-crop).jpeg)
Yvette was only ten, but she believed, yes she did. She believed in the tooth fairy, though he must have lost the way to her house. Yvette believed in Santa Clause even if the sled never stopped on her roof. Yvette believed in Jack Frost and Frosty the snowman. She knew they were all true and nothing was going to make her not believe.
Kids made fun of her, they would call her dummy, and try to tell her fairy tales was not true, yet she knew better. Why when she saw Mary Poppins, she reasoned they would not make such a movie if their was no truth. When in school she read about Hantzel and Gretel her heart broke for the kids so unloved.
So when he poppa said after a big rain, he wished he would find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, she decided she would do it for him. So when she should have been walking to school, she was following the rainbow.
As she walked, she was amazed at how big the rainbow was, it looked like there was no end. Soon she was out side of town, and the busy streets were behind her. Yvette never gave it thought that just perhaps the pot was at the end she was walking away from! Soon she had to climb a fence and walk across a field.
Yvette dropped her brown paper sack for lunch over the fence and started to climb. When her skirt caught on the top and ripped a hole in it she cried a moment. It was her favorite of her three, this one with the puppy dog on the dark blue. Then it hit her, I soon can have many skirts, with dogs and cats, maybe a horse of my own.
As she trudged across the field she was shaken to see a big black bull running at her. She did the only thing she could do, run. Yet the other fence was far away, her little legs just wasn't going faster enough. She slipped in the mud and fell, the bull was almost up on her, when a mew, mew, and the bull stopes and headed for a cow. Ah Yvette thought, my guardian angel saved me.
When she reached the other side and climbed the fence she had not walked far till she came on a old shack. A old woman was sitting in a rocker on the porch. The gray boards, the leaves covering the ground, the smell of the rain, and the old woman eyes watching her. Come here dear and talk to granny, the woman said, no teeth was seen, and the face so wrinkled, maybe she had stood in the rain to long.
Yvette was taught, to always show good manners to adults. So she walked up, granny said, where you headed child? Yvette said I am following the rainbow for poppa. The old lady smiled a toothless smile, many a person has gotten lost on such adventures. I would offer you a cookie and some tea but all I have is water. Yvette reached in her brown bag and said, here mam have my peanut butter sandwhich, and my little bottle of juice. The old lady snatched it from her hand and ate as if starved.
Then she rose and sit here on this stool a moment, I want to give you something too. When Yvette saw her coming back it was not the old lady, but a beautiful long black haired woman, and her face glowed. Before she could get her mouth to move the woman said, entertain strangers for some have angels unawares, and she handed her a small wooden cross on a sting. Wear that around your neck and no harm can touch you. With that the woman was gone, just gone.
Yvette got up and began again to follow the rainbow. Soon she was entering a very thick woods. Soon she was not able to see through the tree limbs and she sit down to cry. A old wise owl called to her, hoot, hoot, why do you cry, hoot hoot. I see you have on the holy cross. Yvette said I cannot see the rainbow and I may get lost.
Hoot hoot, have no fear child, he called to a Raven, fly ahead of this girl and follow the rainbow, she wears the holy cross, hoot hoot. To Yvette he said, just keep a eye on th Raven, hoot hoot, and if you loose him just whistle, hoot hoot. Off she went. The bird would fly high above the trees then sweep down to guide her.
After a while she came to a clearing, the Raven, swooped down, you can see it now, thank you for the honor holy one, and was gone. Holy one, who her, she was just Yvette, who only believed.
As she walked across the clearing a huge wolf stood in her way. His tongue hanging out a snarl from his lips, I think I will eat you. Yvette wanted to run, maybe to scream, but she looked at the wolf. I would not be a very good meal Mr Wolf, I am skinny and I am sweaty and I really wish you would not eat me. Then she reached up and touched the cross.
The wolf fell to its belly, I am sorry holy one, I thought you were the hunters daughter. Please climb on my back and let me give you a safe ride to the edge of the river. Yvette not wanting to offend the kindness of the wolf climbed on. As he pranced along she thought, I am not a holy one, I am just Yvette. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her brush and bushed him as they went along.
At the rivers edge she finished brushing the wolf, he looked in the water and saw his reflection. He licked her cheek, a kiss, I have never looked so fine, thank you holy one. And off he went. Now Yvette looked and saw in the middle of the river the rainbows end.
She thought what to do, nothing but to wade out in the water. The water was soon to her knees, then her breast, then her chin. Yet here she was under the rainbow. She felt around and found no pot. How could this be, then her toe hit a box, she pulled it up, just then the current pushed her off her feet.
Floating away went the box and her too, her cross floating on top of the water the box soon out of sight. She was in trouble, she couldn't swim and the water was over her head. She sunk down, came up coughing, she grabbed the cross in her hand and made a fist. She said, I think I shall soon see you kind man, in that place you called Paradise.
As she went under again, odd how she remembered her momma told her it had streets of gold. As she came to the top, a hand grabbed her, pulled her into a old row boat. It was poppa. He was so glad to have found her just hugged her and cried. When the tears were gone, he demanded what had she been doing, she noticed his old fishing pole.
Poppa I came to find you the pot of gold, but all I have is, and she held up the cross. I had a box but it got away. His smile was worth more then gold as he put his smellie fishing jacket on her. He picked up a box off the bottom of the boast. I saw this box and chased it and I found you, you are my pot of gold Yvette.
She took the box and opened it, inside was a zip lock bag, in the bag a book, the book said Holy Bible. Some may laugh, you might doubt Yvette's adventure, but she did find her pot of Gold. The bible long ago lost, maybe for some other girl to find. Her life a road full of journeys and events. Yet if she remembers to look, the little wooden cross remains, for it burned into her heart a joy at doing good.
The Pot Of Gold(Rich Puckett)
Yvette was only ten, but she believed, yes she did. She believed in the tooth fairy, though he must have lost the way to her house. Yvette believed in Santa Clause even if the sled never stopped on her roof. Yvette believed in Jack Frost and Frosty the snowman. She knew they were all true and nothing was going to make her not believe.
Kids made fun of her, they would call her dummy, and try to tell her fairy tales was not true, yet she knew better. Why when she saw Mary Poppins, she reasoned they would not make such a movie if their was no truth. When in school she read about Hantzel and Gretel her heart broke for the kids so unloved.
So when he poppa said after a big rain, he wished he would find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, she decided she would do it for him. So when she should have been walking to school, she was following the rainbow.
As she walked, she was amazed at how big the rainbow was, it looked like there was no end. Soon she was out side of town, and the busy streets were behind her. Yvette never gave it thought that just perhaps the pot was at the end she was walking away from! Soon she had to climb a fence and walk across a field.
Yvette dropped her brown paper sack for lunch over the fence and started to climb. When her skirt caught on the top and ripped a hole in it she cried a moment. It was her favorite of her three, this one with the puppy dog on the dark blue. Then it hit her, I soon can have many skirts, with dogs and cats, maybe a horse of my own.
As she trudged across the field she was shaken to see a big black bull running at her. She did the only thing she could do, run. Yet the other fence was far away, her little legs just wasn't going faster enough. She slipped in the mud and fell, the bull was almost up on her, when a mew, mew, and the bull stopes and headed for a cow. Ah Yvette thought, my guardian angel saved me.
When she reached the other side and climbed the fence she had not walked far till she came on a old shack. A old woman was sitting in a rocker on the porch. The gray boards, the leaves covering the ground, the smell of the rain, and the old woman eyes watching her. Come here dear and talk to granny, the woman said, no teeth was seen, and the face so wrinkled, maybe she had stood in the rain to long.
Yvette was taught, to always show good manners to adults. So she walked up, granny said, where you headed child? Yvette said I am following the rainbow for poppa. The old lady smiled a toothless smile, many a person has gotten lost on such adventures. I would offer you a cookie and some tea but all I have is water. Yvette reached in her brown bag and said, here mam have my peanut butter sandwhich, and my little bottle of juice. The old lady snatched it from her hand and ate as if starved.
Then she rose and sit here on this stool a moment, I want to give you something too. When Yvette saw her coming back it was not the old lady, but a beautiful long black haired woman, and her face glowed. Before she could get her mouth to move the woman said, entertain strangers for some have angels unawares, and she handed her a small wooden cross on a sting. Wear that around your neck and no harm can touch you. With that the woman was gone, just gone.
Yvette got up and began again to follow the rainbow. Soon she was entering a very thick woods. Soon she was not able to see through the tree limbs and she sit down to cry. A old wise owl called to her, hoot, hoot, why do you cry, hoot hoot. I see you have on the holy cross. Yvette said I cannot see the rainbow and I may get lost.
Hoot hoot, have no fear child, he called to a Raven, fly ahead of this girl and follow the rainbow, she wears the holy cross, hoot hoot. To Yvette he said, just keep a eye on th Raven, hoot hoot, and if you loose him just whistle, hoot hoot. Off she went. The bird would fly high above the trees then sweep down to guide her.
After a while she came to a clearing, the Raven, swooped down, you can see it now, thank you for the honor holy one, and was gone. Holy one, who her, she was just Yvette, who only believed.
As she walked across the clearing a huge wolf stood in her way. His tongue hanging out a snarl from his lips, I think I will eat you. Yvette wanted to run, maybe to scream, but she looked at the wolf. I would not be a very good meal Mr Wolf, I am skinny and I am sweaty and I really wish you would not eat me. Then she reached up and touched the cross.
The wolf fell to its belly, I am sorry holy one, I thought you were the hunters daughter. Please climb on my back and let me give you a safe ride to the edge of the river. Yvette not wanting to offend the kindness of the wolf climbed on. As he pranced along she thought, I am not a holy one, I am just Yvette. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her brush and bushed him as they went along.
At the rivers edge she finished brushing the wolf, he looked in the water and saw his reflection. He licked her cheek, a kiss, I have never looked so fine, thank you holy one. And off he went. Now Yvette looked and saw in the middle of the river the rainbows end.
She thought what to do, nothing but to wade out in the water. The water was soon to her knees, then her breast, then her chin. Yet here she was under the rainbow. She felt around and found no pot. How could this be, then her toe hit a box, she pulled it up, just then the current pushed her off her feet.
Floating away went the box and her too, her cross floating on top of the water the box soon out of sight. She was in trouble, she couldn't swim and the water was over her head. She sunk down, came up coughing, she grabbed the cross in her hand and made a fist. She said, I think I shall soon see you kind man, in that place you called Paradise.
As she went under again, odd how she remembered her momma told her it had streets of gold. As she came to the top, a hand grabbed her, pulled her into a old row boat. It was poppa. He was so glad to have found her just hugged her and cried. When the tears were gone, he demanded what had she been doing, she noticed his old fishing pole.
Poppa I came to find you the pot of gold, but all I have is, and she held up the cross. I had a box but it got away. His smile was worth more then gold as he put his smellie fishing jacket on her. He picked up a box off the bottom of the boast. I saw this box and chased it and I found you, you are my pot of gold Yvette.
She took the box and opened it, inside was a zip lock bag, in the bag a book, the book said Holy Bible. Some may laugh, you might doubt Yvette's adventure, but she did find her pot of Gold. The bible long ago lost, maybe for some other girl to find. Her life a road full of journeys and events. Yet if she remembers to look, the little wooden cross remains, for it burned into her heart a joy at doing good.
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Kevin Hughes
10/29/2018I agree with Gail. You know how many "Fairy Tales" leaped to mind while following the little girl to the rainbow? Kindness and Love are always the reward we weren't looking for.
Smiles, Kevin
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